Children of the Gods: Arc 2 [Game/Closed]

[CrazyGirl17]

"Help yourself young one. They're quite good. Are you looking for anything in particular?"

"Not really, no." Shiro admitted. I'm just browsing."

He didn't know what he was looking for, if anything, but it couldn't hurt to take a look and see if anything caught his eye. After a moment, a shout from across the room caught his attention.

"Shiro! Can you lend us a hand."

"Er... excuse me sir, I'll see if I can be back in a bit."

And with that, he hurried over to Prometheus' side. The Titan was holding out a bag, thought what he planned to do with it made him feel a bit uneasy...

 

[Rogue Trooper]

"I could part with them for a Fae corpse, if you're up for some hunting. Can't keep up with them at my age. Unless you have something else I might be interested in?"

?Unfortunately I can?t do that old man? Jonathan responded ?I don?t kill fairies and I doubt anything else I can offer would be acceptable, so I?ll leave you too it?

With that said Jonathan turned on his heel and walked towards the rest of the group which had congregated not far from his position.

?Well my purchase was a failure? he announced as he re-joined the group ?Old basterd wanted me to kill a fairie for him, I tell yeah that?s one thing I?ll never do. Hey wait, what?s with the bag??

 

[Green Shoes]

Prometheus spoke to Andrew, lifting his chin towards the paralyzed warrior.

"It shouldn't take too long. I'll let you know when there's enough."

Reaching over to the somewhat distracted Shiro, he raised his sword from the scabbard just enough to press into his wrist. Allowing the blade to drop back in, he gave an appreciative nod to the youth, before wrapping his forearm in a plastic bag, folding his lips in prolonged discomfort.

As Jon came over, the Titan quickly explained himself in a hushed tone.

"Paying for something. Blood is useful - though don't tell them which specific Titan."

He threw a sidelong glance to Nicole, before continuing.

"And that's a shame about the fae - they're both valuable and dangerous left alone. Some of the Northern lakes have killed a fair amount of tourists."

Without placing too much encouragement on butchery for trade, Prometheus did want to leave the option open. Having accepted the necessity for lesser evils, he hoped to travel with both a well-trained and well-equipped group. And Fae would be the least of their troubles.

Having near-filled the bag, he withdrew his arm and wrapped it quickly amongst his black-jumper, before handing the bag to Nicole in silence. He then turned to Andrew, as the seated woman groaned concurrently.

"Whenever you're ready, doctor."

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As the poison began to wear off, the warrior rolled her shoulders and gave a low groan. Pushing herself up against the leg of the table, she leaned heavily on the edge of the display, breathing deep to stretch her lungs. Meeting Andrew's gaze, she gave a thumbs up.

"Holy hell, that's a punch and a half. That...that will do..."

Unlatching the cabinet, she pulled a black cotton bag from beneath the table, before neatly dropping the silver arrow into the long bag, tying it with a string. Offering it to Andrew, she spoke.

"For goodness sake, be careful. Don't use it unless you're happy to kill whatever it hits. Already seen it's fair share of deaths."

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The burly man was clearly impressed by Prail; mention of Woden raised his eyebrows, and her nonchalant references to battle made him grin.

"If you're offering your services young lass I'd be more than happy to take you up. I was planning an expedition to Iram - feel up for some mercenary work? If the other girl buys the armour, I also have the Sky-Cutter and a pretty nifty rope. Weapon, utility, binding, bandage - the rope can do it all!"

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The woman frowned and looked up and away, tapping her foot as she considered Rias' question. Her eyes crinkled at the corners, as a slow smile spread across her face. Flipping through her notebook, she tore out an black-and-white sketch of a wild-haired, bright-eyed man. With far-reaching eyebrows and long, braided facial hair, he would clearly stick out in a crowd. The sketch stopped at his shoulders, though showed him wearing a beaten coat and no under-shirt.

"A competitor of mine. I don't advocate violence - however, a broken leg would surely persuade some of his customers to switch sides. He hangs out downtown, begging for money. Spying mostly. Help a girl out and I'll give you the Greek."

 

[DarkRawen]

"It shouldn't take too long. I'll let you know when there's enough."

"Okay. Just wait..."

He trailed off, Prometheus didn't seem to be paying attention.

They're not going to go ahead right now, right?

He looked over at the situation there, and it became clear that they were doing it, foolishly so. Without Andrew there, the titan cut his arm open, had his arm in a bag which he filled -there had to be something like a gallon of blood in there when he took the hand out again- and ever so idiotically, decided that he could just wrap a sweater around it.

That's a lot of blood.

More than a lot. He didn't know how much blood a titan had, but he did know that any man of Prometheus' size would've been close to death now. However, as if that didn't matter, Prometheus addressed Andrew.

"Whenever you're ready, doctor."

... Right, no pressure there.

Just as he was about to step over to Prometheus, the paralysis went over, and the warrior woman spoke.

"Holy hell, that's a punch and a half. That...that will do..."

Andrew wasn't the type to be impatient, but right now he felt like stomping his foot or telling the woman to get to it, instantly. She found a black bag, put the arrow in, and offered to him. After handing her the water, Andrew took it, and listened as she spoke, trying to seem like he wasn't in a hurry at all.

"For goodness sake, be careful. Don't use it unless you're happy to kill whatever it hits. Already seen it's fair share of deaths."

"Right, thank you," he told her, quicker than he had intended, but he hoped she would understand why. Turning to Prometheus, he thought through the situation ever so swiftly as he approached the titan.

Can I heal that much blood-loss? And can I heal it before it causes more damage?

He wasn't completely sure, it would take time. Time that he didn't think they had.

Ambrosia it is, then.

Andrew was unsure of what to do, almost panicking... well, what he thought of as panicking. However, he didn't have difficulties keeping calm, the issue was not calling Prometheus out for being a suicidal moron. Besides, this wouldn't be pleasant for him, if he had used his powers, at least all he'd become was tired and hungry. He couldn't imagine all the side effects from using the Ambrosia on someone who had lost about 3/4 of what the average man had in blood, apart from being really dizzy and fatigued.

And hungry, I suppose.

"You owe me a big meal after this," he said, speaking both to Nicole and Prometheus.

It was as good a way as any to keep himself from being a jerk. Andrew reached out and touched Prometheus with his hands, allowing the ambrosia to flow into the titan, hopefully restoring the blood and repairing the damage, before bringing a part of the pain and fatigue back to him, Andrew attempting to ensure that he could at least direct some of that elsewhere.

 

[CrazyGirl17]

Shiro took his sword back cautiously, amazed at what the Titan had done. Then again, his blood - or rather, Ichor - must have been an important commodity for him to do this.

He wasn't squeamish by any means, but seeing what Prometheus did made Shiro feel a bit queasy. Trying to curb any nausea, he returned to the table he was at before and asked, "Excuse me, sir, you wouldn't happen to have a clean towel on you by any chance?"

 

[hiei82]

"So what say you Norsemen? Has she provided suitable proof she has what she claims?" Hymir heard Rias say as the visions faded. "As much as can be expected." Hymir replied. The vision could of course be some kind of illusion meant to trick him, but if she was capable of that than she'd have no trouble sneaking into Asgard. The risk had been minimized, so Hymir decided to act.

"I'll see about securing you safe passage over the Bifrost though I can make no promises." Hymir said, taking a step away from the table. "I'll be back in a moment." Hymir took a deep breath, closed his eyes to focus, and summoned all his courage for the mighty task ahead. He reached down to his belt and pulled out his father's horn. Hymir felt the mystical power rush through him as he held it aloft. Bringing it to his lips, Hymir blew the horn sending a blast of noise though the market.

While the noise quickly faded for others, for Hymir that was enough. The bond was forged between he and his father. "Hail Heimdallr-GoldTooth!" Hymir said through the link.

 

[IFS]

She felt herself grow slightly pale as Prometheus used the sword to cut himself, it wasn't exactly as though she was squeamish but this sort of thing was a far cry from the bloodshed she'd seen before. She knew that with Andrew's help Prometheus would be fine, but that didn't stop her from feeling like she should do something to stop what was happening.

He's doing this to help you, the least you can do is stay put. She thought to herself, swallowing back her fears and forcing herself to keep watching. She was momentarily distracted by the sound of a horn being sounded, but the noise faded quickly and the market continued as it had before so she quickly turned her attention back to the bleeding figuring that everything was fine.

Hopefully this doesn't take too much longer, I don't like him being in pain for my sake...

Fortunately the bag filled quickly and soon Andrew was called over to patch Prometheus up, holding it carefully to avoid spilling it she lifted up the bag and started to carry it back over to the merchant.

"You owe me a big meal after this,"

"Sure, whatever you want," she said, how can he think about food right now? Well I guess he is a surgeon... She shrugged it off and turned to Prometheus, "thanks, I hope it didn't hurt too much," she said, smiling briefly before leaving.

She made her way slowly and carefully back to the merchant, holding up the blood-filled bag so that he could see it.

"Here's your payment, I hope you've got someplace to put it," she said, offering him the bag "I'll be taking the armor now."

 

[Green Shoes]

Andrew felt Prometheus' flesh knit back together with a small amount of effort - upon completion, he received both minute insight into the physiology of titans, as well as a deep ache in his left wrist. The youth became acutely aware of his throbbing pulse - with each push of blood came a short wave of pain.

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Shiro returned to ask for a towel, and the quiet figure in the grey shirt rummaged about beneath the table, searching in apparently hidden containers. Straightening back up, he gave a short, apologetic shake of the head. Suddenly, his face brightened, and he quickly reached over to his sleeve and tore it off - tearing it again to lengthen it, he handed it to Shiro, with a broad smile.

The removal of the sleeve revealed a circling tattoo - a series of Chinese characters. Shiro recognized several numbers from their Japanese counter-parts - there seemed to be 19 distinct characters, with 17 of them striked through.

"I hope this helps!"

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The crowd grew silent as Hymir sent the horn's call blasting through the market. Eventually returning to their own devices, one man drew a phone from his suit pocket. Pushing it to his ear, he shoved his way through the crowd, and up and out of the market.

The world around Hymir fell silent, and a familiar voice echoed through.

"Hail Hymir, a thief to rival Thrymr, both in the importance of items taken and the care taken to cover his trail! What troubles you?"

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The burly man turned to Prail, while retrieving the sickle from it's display. The handle was wrapped in a crude leather, while the blade itself was a deep black - devoid of any decoration. Offering it to Prail, handle first, he waxed over its history, ignoring her request for directness.

"How indeed would one cut the sky. This blade was present at the very first cycle - the overthrowing of Old Gods in place of New Ones. It is made of the strongest stone given from the Earth. Wickedly, wickedly sharp. Very dangerous, but very useful."

Turning away to receive payment from Nicole, he smiled. Holding the bag at arms length, he gave her a big hug, lifting her into the air, before setting her down, laughing. Unfitting the gauntlets and leg-guards, he handed them over.

"Ah, thank you lass! You've made an old man happy. I hope these serve you well!"

Returning to his own table, he flicked the latch on a chest, camouflaged in the dark, before placing the bag of blood neatly inside. Returning to Prail, he withdrew a roll of paper from within his shirt. Bound by a red cord, he unfurled it, and began writing in it as he spoke to you.

"Iram certainly is in the desert. Somewhere. If you like, I can draw up the contract now - you get the sickle, and I'll come and find you when I'm ready to set out. We could make it for, say, three months? Shouldn't take me that long to find the place..."

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Prometheus withdrew his hand from Andrew, inspecting the doctors work. Patting him on the back, he did a quick scan of the crowd, before hearing Hymir's horn.

"Northmen, honestly..."

Accounting for all his group present, he watched as Nicole left to pick up her goods. The Titan didn't trust those dwelling in the market at the best of times - and there was something particularly off about the man dealing with Prail and Nicole. Making a mental note to follow up his identity, the Titan looked to Andrew, noting the new arrow-bag.

"Thanks, I appreciate that. Pick something nice up for yourself?"

 

[DarkRawen]

"Sure, whatever you want,"

Nicole said, before walking over to the merchant she needed the blood for. In the meanwhile, he started healing Prometheus, feeling both knowledge about titan physiology and a throbbing pain in his wrist get brought back. It was painful, causing him to wince, but he knew it would be over soon. Besides, he had felt a lot worse, and the pat on the back from Prometheus made it a little better. Even the sound of a horn filling the room didn't manage to annoy him right now.

If I keep understanding the Ambrosia, then I can use it perfectly sooner or later.

It was a thought he quite liked. What he didn't like so much, however, was the merchant Nicole was dealing with, the man lifted her up and gave her a hug.

Who is that man?

Andrew frowned, and barely heard Prometheus speak.

"Thanks, I appreciate that. Pick something nice up for yourself?"

He handed the bag over to Prometheus. "Yeah. Take a look for yourself, though, be careful," he muttered, and walked over towards Nicole. Andrew wasn't exactly worried, but he didn't particularly feel comfortable with someone picking up his friend like that. It was an odd gesture, and especially from one who was likely a stranger. Making sure that the other's attention was drawn to Prail, he looked at Nicole.

"Hey, Nicole, I want a burger later, okay? Also... you know him?" he asked, then noticed the armor she was holding. Leg-guards and gauntlets. "Is that what you needed the blood for?" He smiled, walking away from the merchant ever so carefully, wanting to lead her away from the suspicious dealer. "I suppose you made almost a good a deal as I did, then. What kind of material are those?"

Getting armor is probably not a bad idea. Then again, I suppose I just keep in the back either way.

So he was slightly less likely to get killed. Unless, of course, someone shot an arrow that could kill a demigod in one hit.

Right.

"I'm glad that you'll be safe either way. Well, safer."

 

[IFS]

"Hey, Nicole, I want a burger later, okay? Also... you know him?"

Nicole had been surprised by the man's sudden hug, I guess titan blood is pretty damn valuable then, I wonder what it's used for... But the man wasn't unpleasant so while it was strange she didn't mind it much. Andrew seemed somewhat worried though so she smiled and waved it off.

"He's just a merchant," she said, examining her newly acquired armor "sold me this stuff."

"I suppose you made almost a good a deal as I did, then. What kind of material are those?"

"I'm not sure," she said "they were worn by Bercilak, and are supposed to be invincible or just about."

She started attempting to put the armor on, it wasn't exactly a process she was familiar with but she was sure she could get them to fit well enough with some trial and error. They were surprisingly light and certainly seemed protective enough, though she knew the only way to really test that would be to get hit, which was something she intended to avoid.

"I'm glad that you'll be safe either way. Well, safer."

"Yeah, hopefully they help," she said "I think another merchant was selling some hide or something if you want armor, I don't know how good it is though."

She shrugged "Anyways should we go get you that burger now?"

 

[Lunar Templar]

Rias covered her ears as Hymir blew his horn, apparently, to get Heimdall's attention, and every one else from the look of things, Rias was to busy rubbing her ears from being so close it to. "WATCH THE DAMN HORN!!" Rias snapped with a light growl, she then turn to the vendor. "I'm not keen on putting the hurt on some one I don't know or some one that's not in some way wronged me. But in this case, I'll do it." Rias said then turned and left to find this guy and 'deal' with him.

As she left though the stall with the two pedestals and broadswords caught her eye for some reason, she didn't really need a new weapon, her claws where fine, if in need of a bit of TLC after the fight with the bronze man, still she was compelled to stop. "Hey, shop keep, what the story with the swords?"

 

[CrazyGirl17]

"I hope this helps!" Shiro bowed gratefully and carefully accepted the scrap, mentally kicking himself for forgetting to bring something from home.

Off in the background, someone was blowing a horn, making him wince slightly. His gaze then fell on the man's tattoos, which piqued his curiosity.

Despite himself, he asked, "Excuse me sir, would it be rude if I asked about your tattoos?"

 

[DarkRawen]

"I'm not sure. They were worn by Bercilak, and are supposed to be invincible or just about."

"I see, kind of difficult to test out then. Let's hope we never find out what makes them break, in any case, at least not through experience," he remarked, smirking, and watched as she put them on.

They're certainly easy to notice.

He thought to himself, the green made them stand out a bit. Then again, they were probably meant to be worn under clothing.

"Yeah, hopefully they help. I think another merchant was selling some hide or something if you want armor, I don't know how good it is though. Anyways should we go get you that burger now?"

"I'd love to eat right about now, but I don't think we should go ahead. I have a feeling that Prometheus would get more than a little upset if we left the group just to get something to eat. Who was this other merchant? It might be worth looking into, if nothing else."

He glanced over at the table with the books, but Shiro appeared to be keeping the seller's interest, and Andrew had little intention of interrupting possible business because of his curiosity.

"Besides, me wearing an armor means that I'll be slightly less likely to get killed before I can hinder everyone else's deaths," he said, jokingly. "Or that I'll be better off if I piss of someone in the group and they try to murder me."

He gestured for her to lead the way to this merchant, scanning the crowd for where she might have meant.

 

[IFS]

"Or that I'll be better off if I piss of someone in the group and they try to murder me."

She nodded and led him to the merchant "Let me know if you need help paying for it," she said, she hadn't caught the entire conversation between that merchant and Prail but she was certain that the price would be something unusual. At any rate she owed Andrew for his help with paying for her armor, so it was the least she could do.

It didn't take long to find the merchant again, given how close she'd been to the man Nicole had already dealt with and Nicole left Andrew to make his purchase while she continued shopping.

"Let me know if you need help," she said "I'm going to go check out some other stuff."

She wandered back through the market glancing over the stands, a few items caught her eye though she couldn't help but wonder what properties they actually held. No doubt most of them are magical, except maybe the jar of dirt. The question is how are they magical... Two stands in particular caught her eye though, one featuring a number of items including a bag of teeth that made her think of the story of the Argonauts and how Jason had grown soldiers with dragon's teeth, the other featured a sandal. I doubt they're dragon teeth, and would one sandal even be useful? No harm in asking I suppose. Might as well ask about the other items too while I'm at it.

Starting with the table with the teeth she walked up and began looking over the wares, before turning to the merchant "So what is all of this?" she asked, hopefully no one here is a snake oil salesman.

 

[hiei82]

"Hail Hymir, a thief to rival Thrymr, both in the importance of items taken and the care taken to cover his trail! What troubles you?" Hymir heard in his mind. The good news was he didn't sound upset. A good sign.

"I seek your guidance and aid father. At long last, my hunt may be drawing to a close for I have found a source of information on Loki All-Traitor that leads to his scent and have gained allies of great power to strike him down. However, in exchange for the information, the source requests to cross the Bifrost into safe-shelter in Asgard. No doubt you see the risk of allowing an outsider into Asgard in such dire times. So dear father and brightest of gods, I seek your guidance in this matter; should I take the risk of allowing her into Asgard or risk allowing the trickster slip through my hands once more?"

While he spoke in his mind, Hymir remained quiet and still with his eyes closed standing in the middle of the alley.

 

[Green Shoes]

Prometheus carefully withdrew the arrow from it's bag, grasping it by the shaft with two fingers. Holding it before his eyes, he ran his thumb over the tip - feeling the sheer blade tug against his skin, he made a worried expression, before returning the arrow into it's bag. Keeping a firm grip on it, he checked the time on his phone, before striding over to Nicole, intent on re-uniting the group.

Loitering is probably not best. Just have to keep moving.

Addressing Nicole, he spoke lightly, careful not to poach away from a potentially volatile salesman.

"Buying or browsing? I think we should be heading off soon. No doubt Hymir will have news of some sorts of where Loki may be. Either that or he's home-sick."

Catching site of Rias being accosted by the strangely attired lady, he made a signal for her to come over. Prometheus had yet to chat to the newcomer, and was interested in gaining at least some mutual ground.
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Nicole's question was met by a rather ordinary man; his horn-rimmed glasses and suspenders reminded her of stereotypical intellectuals - though his New York - American accent reminded her strangely of home. Placing his thumbs behind his suspenders, he gave an apathetic shrug.

"To be honest, I'm not really sure. Except the dragons teeth. You know, from legends and stuff. I think the swords are Chinese? Maybe Han, maybe older. I'm just minding the stall for a friend..."

Giving Nicole a tired smile, he rubbed his eyes.

"If you have anything to barter with, let me know and I'll give him a call. He should be back tomorrow otherwise, if all's well that ends well."

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The man looked from his tattoos and to Shiro, pausing, as if to study the youth, before answering casually.

"Not at all! I assume you've heard the expression 'A cat has 9 lives'? Well, supposedly, my associates think I have 19. When they first told me, I didn't believe it, so I had 19 marks made. Each time I come close to perishing, I have on struck through. You could say I'm keeping track - when I'm on the last one, I'll have to look out for myself!"

Chuckling quietly, he folded his arms and nodded to Shiro's sword.

"Would it be rude if I asked why you walk around with a sword on your back?"

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Heimdallr's voice rumbled back into Hymir, careful and considered.

"I appreciate your tenacity, Hymir, I do. But I worry about what you risk, chasing such danger as Loki. And the fact that you carry with you exactly what he needs to bring about further chaos! I - I wish you hadn't done this, Hymir."

There was a pause, before his father spoke again, this time with more vigour.

"But if you are convinced this is right, then you can tell...whoever it is...that my watch shall meet them at the Bifrost. Then we shall see if she may enter. If this deal doesn't persuade her, than I wouldn't trust her further than you could throw her."

A bellowing laugh, followed by a question.

"Before you go, tell me who you travel with? It would warm an old fathers heart to know you don't hunt the madman alone."

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Having seen Andrew approach, the woman screwed up her eyes and spat at his shoes. Matching gaze with him, she hissed through her teeth.

"What do you want, spawn of the wretched? Come to do your fathers bidding? You can tell him I'm happy to kill the next man he sends to intimidate me!"

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Rias caught the attention of an elegantly dressed woman in a red dress and black-heels. Her Roman candle of blonde hair bounced as she stepped towards Rias with a mixture of disdain and contempt. She spoke with a thick, pompous, British accent.

"The 'deal', as you so elegantly put it, is that they are the finest war-swords, able to be wielded only by trained and capable warriors. They are also devastatingly expensive, so I suggest you move along, unless you're hiding vast sums of wealth behind those adorable ears."

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[DarkRawen]

"What do you want, spawn of the wretched? Come to do your fathers bidding? You can tell him I'm happy to kill the next man he sends to intimidate me!"

"Excuse me?" Andrew asked, one eyebrow raised, rather confused and more than a little insulted. It was one thing to be yelled at, and a completely different thing to be accused of being an errand boy. Besides, Andrew wasn't particularly happy about being called "spawn of the wretched either", not when he was already dealing with hunger and that slight, rather annoying pain stinging with each heartbeat.

"I can assure you that I don't have a single clue about what you are talking about. I'm not here to do anyone's bidding but my own, so you better keep whatever assumptions you have to yourself."

Right, I'm here to ask about the supposed armor. I wonder what Apollo has gotten himself into, though...

He sighed, and rubbed his forehead, closing his eyes for a rather quick moment, gathering himself again. He'd really been taken by surprise by the amount of hostility. When he opened them again, he changed his expression, not to one particularly pleasant one, but at least a politely neutral one.

"I'm sorry about that, but I really don't know what you are talking about. I'm just here because my friend told me about that you had some sort of armor, is that correct? What do you want for such an item, should it be here?" he asked, trying to get the conversation back on the topic he was there for.

However, curiosity defeated sense for one rather rare moment, and he added; "Also, what has my father done to you, exactly? Or is trying to do?"

Unless she's just senile and confusing me with someone else.

That was a rather comforting thought, perhaps for once his appearance hadn't given away who he was almost instantly.

 

[Lunar Templar]

"The 'deal', as you so elegantly put it, is that they are the finest war-swords, able to be wielded only by trained and capable warriors. They are also devastatingly expensive, so I suggest you move along, unless you're hiding vast sums of wealth behind those adorable ears." A well dressed lady, she presumed was the vendor replied, in a manner that could only be interpreted as 'snobby rich *****'.

Rias initial reaction was, a look of 'Are you for real?' and an single twitch of her right ear. "Wonderful, NOT what I asked, I asked what it's story was, not its 'deal', do note the subtle difference in wording, thus meaning of the sentence. Secondly, if your oh so charming attitude hadn't killed the sale, your description did. I mean really, 'devastatingly expensive' for a pair of swords who's only trait is being well made, and presumably made of some high quality material is just silly" Rias started giving the weapons a quick once over "And since I know where I can get quality like that, free of charge and with out the bad attitude, I think I'll save my money for something better, like a cheeseburger" Rias added as she turned to leave "But thank you for the compliment about my ears, they are rather adorable aren't they." Rias having just the sweetest smile as she said it.

It was then she noticed Prometheus trying to get her attention, she quirked an eye brow at this and her curiosity got the better of her and she headed over to him "Yes?" she said when she got close to him. "What is it?" What ever it was she hoped he be quick about it since she still had to go fulfill her end of the deal to find that Greek whore-son.

 

[IFS]

"If you have anything to barter with, let me know and I'll give him a call. He should be back tomorrow otherwise, if all's well that ends well."

"Buying or browsing? I think we should be heading off soon. No doubt Hymir will have news of some sorts of where Loki may be. Either that or he's home-sick."

"Browsing," she said to Prometheus, "Though maybe buying if I can afford anything. I won't take too long."

She turned back to the merchant and considered how little she had to bargain with. I can't exactly offer more titan blood, and I don't want to offer demigod blood or other parts either. I doubt they take any form of normal currency either, though if these are dragon's teeth like from Jason and the Argonauts they could be well worth acquiring.

"Well it's not much but I could make you less tired," she said, "well it'd be a bit more than that, you'd be energized for a while and generally better at doing things, especially if they're a competition of some sort. Might make you a better salesman while it lasts too."

 

[hiei82]

"I appreciate your tenacity, Hymir, I do. But I worry about what you risk, chasing such danger as Loki. And the fact that you carry with you exactly what he needs to bring about further chaos! I - I wish you hadn't done this, Hymir."

Hymir nodded his head. "I wish I didn't feel I had to. It is a risk, but to do nothing ensures the words of the Volsung will ring true. To do nothing is tantamount to death; death I can prevent." Hymir said, showing he was sorry his action was needed, but not regret for it.

"But if you are convinced this is right, then you can tell...whoever it is...that my watch shall meet them at the Bifrost. Then we shall see if she may enter. If this deal doesn't persuade her, than I wouldn't trust her further than you could throw her." his father continued with a laugh. Hymir nodded. "I will tell her the deal, though be careful; I can throw a long ways." he said, half-smiling.

The last question hadn't even occurred to Hymir to mention. Was his father just being polite or had the events of the last year really blinded the all-seeing guardian of Asgard? Truly, this was a terrible time if the later were true. "Great warriors one and all; Shield-Brothers and Shield-Sisters who've faced Loki once before. I travel in the company of the Heroes of Gleipnir Hold." Hymir said.

Hymir could only wonder at Heimdallr's reaction to this, but he supposed it would not be good. Sometimes, Hymir wished he had the blood of Volsung in him.